Normally I don’t take pictures of creepy, crawling things, but Monday morning for me means taking the trash and recycling bins out to the curb. (Yes, I know I can do that Sunday evening but I can’t seem to get motivated to do it after a busy weekend.)
As I was taking the yard waste out, I saw two of these little guys on the lid. I don’t think they got up there with the intention of a suicidal roller coaster ride to the back of a dump truck, so I carefully relocated them to something greener and friendlier. Before I did that, though, I noticed how far they had come. What a journey! All the way up that huge bin, navigating over the wheels, across the axle to where that met the plastic of the bin, then a long, long climb to the top. It must have been the snail equivalent of climbing Mount Everest. Then when they finally reached the top, they left a wandering trail in the morning dew. Such tenacity. What were they searching for? Warmth, certainly. Food, probably. Or were they just adventurers, looking to see what was on the other side of the mountain? To go where no snail had gone before?
I’m sure there is an inspirational message somewhere in all of this, but I’m just enjoying the sensation of being mindful and seeing a bit of my world that I would normally have rushed by. Or is that the inspirational message, to see even the smallest of things, and in doing so you’ll expand your world?